"ARE YOU DONE WITH THE QUESTIONS, then?" He asked, throwing the used cotton in the trash can.

"Are you done with doubting my morality?" she asked, arms folded over her chest in mock offense.

He wondered if smiling openly would be as bad as he was thinking it to be.

"You know I can punish you for talking back to me."

"You said I can talk to you normally when there is no scene going on."

"That is not what I said. I only gave you permission to call me by my name."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"Amelia," he warned.

She stood up abruptly, covering the distance between them with slow, hesitant steps.

"So punish me, then," she whispered, her fingers brushing against his arm.

Ethan took a step back.

"Are you feeling up to it? Because if you aren't, you can take the day off." he said.

"I'm perfectly fine." she smiled and it unnerved Ethan for some reason.

He gave himself an internal shake to get his thoughts in order.

"Okay," he nodded.

He closed the distance between them, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet.

He found himself being a little too gentle.

A startled yell escaped her lips when he threw her into the bathtub.

She pulled herself up from under the water, arms flailing and eyes wide.

Ethan took off his shirt. He felt the way her gaze stayed on him. He stepped inside the tub. The water came a little above his knees.

"Do you know how to signal a safeword?" He asked, making space for himself between her legs.

"Yes. You tap the nearest surface three times."

"Good girl," he nodded. He felt her legs tightening around his thighs.

"Strip for me, you whore," he ordered and her eyes widened momentarily before she nodded.

She stood up on slightly shaky legs and unbuttoned her shirt, shrugging it off. He yanked it from her grip and pulled it apart from the already torn sleeve. The fabric ripped, the entire sleeve first and then the neck of what once was a very decent looking shirt.

"What are you doing?" she yelled, reaching forward to rescue her shirt but he held her back with his free hand.

He stopped when he was sure that the shirt wasn't wearable anymore before throwing it on the floor.

"Ethan," she gasped, looking at him incredulously.

"That's punishment for not listening to me when I asked you to undress earlier."

"What am I going to do now? How am I supposed to leave the club?" she asked, eyes still dramatically wide.

"Not my problem. Take off your pants before you earn yourself another punishment."

"I can't believe you."

"Amelia," he warned and she grumpily got to unbuttoning her pants.

He observed her like a wild animal observing its prey before it attacked. She finally managed to take off her wet pants that kept sticking to her skin.

She lowered herself gently into the bathtub, eyes trained on him, begging for his approval.

"You can always stop me if you don't like what I do next or if you don't want to do it," He said.

"Yes, master." she whispered.

It was all he needed to hear. His hand closed around her throat and he pushed her underwater. She yelled, the voice muffled. She flailed around wildly and her nails scratched the skin of his hand that was around her neck.

He let go and she came up, gasping and panting, her tears mixed with all the water on her face.

She clutched his hand like her life depended on it and Ethan allowed her to.

Ethan's other hand slid between her legs and she gasped, the sound making him strain against his pants.

He traced it slowly upwards, her skin like silk under his touch. Her grip on his hand tightened.

Ethan pushed a finger inside her and she cried out his name.

And fuck, was it everything he had always wanted to hear.

But he was her Dom and this was not okay.

"You are to not call me by my name," he gritted out as he used his right hand, still around her neck, to push her underwater again.

Seven seconds this time.

"I'm sorry," she said between gasps. She let go of his hand to brush the hair out of her face.

Ethan added another finger. He pushed her underwater with one hand while he used the other to push in and out of her. Her moans came out as gurgles and then coughing fits.

Ethan continued the multiple assaults, waiting for the signal to stop but it never came. She was enjoying this as much as him. And he was only just starting to realize how incredibly tough she was.

Giving up might have never been a word in Amelia Harold's dictionary.

Ethan himself quite enjoyed a challenge.

"Come for me, slut," Ethan ordered and her eyes fluttered open. Her lips moved in a response but no sound came to him.

His permission was all she needed. Her walls clenched around his fingers and she arched her back.

Ethan pushed her underwater and she yelled and gurgled, coming undone on his fingers.

"This.. I... I can't..." she whimpered, unable to form coherent words.

Ethan reached over and straightened her up so that she had her back against the wall of the tub. She shifted, trying to make herself comfortable, eyes still a little too wide and mouth hanging open.

Ethan got out of the tub, dripping water everywhere. He could feel her eyes on her and he made sure to give her a view to stare at. He turned sideways, only so she could see him as he licked his fingers, the ones which were inside her a moment ago, clean.

He knew he wouldn't be able to taste her but it still left him feeling a little disappointed.

Ethan picked up the towel and patted his body dry. He turned around and it was a different sort of thrill to see how captivated she was.

He had already made her enjoy today a lot. Now it was time for some torture.

"Dry yourself and come back to the playroom. You have five minutes," he said, hanging the towel back onto the rack before he left the bathroom.

He pulled on a shirt and made quick work of changing his pants before he left the playroom, walking towards his office with long hurried steps.

"You've finally let yourself out of that locked room," Dahlia's voice called behind him and he rolled his eyes.

"No."

"Ethan," she sighed exasperatedly. "What you did was unacceptable."

"Don't tell me about what is and is not acceptable in my own club," he said, stepping into his office.

He pulled the top drawer of his desk open, shuffling through the mound of papers.

"I'm all for the punishments, Ethan but that went a little too far, don't you think?" she pressed on.

"What do you want me to say, Dahlia? Because if you want me to apologize or some shit, you're wasting your time." He said, finally finding the document he was looking for.

He closed the door and made his way out of the office.

"Of course I don't want you to apologize and I know you'd never do it."

"Then what is it?"

"I just want to know why you did it? You never lose your temper like this? What happened? What did he do?"

"It's none of your business. And I'd prefer if you handled the management here, which is what your job is, instead of worrying about me."

She halted in her pursuit of following him around and Ethan paused as well, turning around to face her.

"Noted, boss." she said, giving him a sickly sweet smile as she walked away.

Ethan blew a breath, turning around with the intention of calling her back but then he noticed a very naked and still wet Amelia appearing from his playroom and every thought left his brain.

"Get back inside," he ordered as he stepped inside the room, locking the door once again.

"I thought you'd left and I was just..."

"Shut up before I decide to gag you." he said, loving the way her expressions changed.

She nodded, a little too eagerly, before dropping her gaze to the floor.

"Take this," he said, holding out the envelope for her. She took it from him, giving him a questioning look.

"It's a feedback form. I want this filled every three weeks along with your copy of the contract. It's basically a list of all potential plays we will try in the future and how much you enjoy them and if you'd like to try them again."

"Can I please ask a question, master?"

"Go ahead."

"Thank you. Do all the subs get these forms or is it just me?"

“Just the new ones. When subs are new to the BDSM world, their contract is usually filled with a lot of ‘willing to try’ options, like yours, because they don't understand what certain things mean or if they would like it or not.”

“So, as the relationship progresses, the Dom tries those things with their Subs and depending on whether they liked a particular play and want to do it again or didn't like it, the original contract is edited.”

“Doms don't normally do feedback forms?”

“No. They hold meetings with their subs where they edit the contract live.”

“Then, why can't you do the same?”

“Because that's not how I work. Like I don't do aftercare, I don't do meetings. Once you fill the form and submit it, I'll edit the contract when I get the time.”

Ethan could see the wheels in her head turning, could almost see the retort on the tip of her tongue but then she nodded instead.

“Okay.” she said.

"You can leave now," he said.

"I don't have a shirt."

"Shame."

She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Master, can you please give me some sort of shawl or anything? I don't fancy walking around the creepy streets of Lowood naked."

It was hard to not smile when he was with her. It was odd.

"If you can figure out how to hack into the system just to find an account, I'm sure you can find a solution to that as well."

She cocked her head to one side, observing him intently.

"Actually, I think I have a solution."

"Do you?"

"Yes. If I manage to please you, would you think about finding me a new shirt?" she asked slowly, choosing her words carefully.

"And how are you going to please me?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, I have a few ideas," she replied. "Can I please touch you?"

"You can," he nodded.

"Well, then, the possibilities are endless."

He smiled. Because fuck it. Why did it matter so much?

"If you do manage to please me, which I must warn you is a hard task, I promise to provide you with a new shirt."

She took a step towards him and her fingers brushed the side of his face, tracing his jawline, drifting lower to his adam's apple. She gently kissed the side of his neck.

This was not the touching he had in mind. He had thought it would directly proceed to his cock in her mouth. 

"Well, I do love a challenge," she said before she dropped down to her knees.

She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down along with his boxers.

He was erect and so ready for her. He'd ignored his needs to satiate hers first and this painfully hard cock was the result.

She swirled her tongue over the tip and Ethan let out a groan.

She took him slowly, testing how far she could take him but Ethan was never known for his patience. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her all the way in.

She gagged and Ethan reached forward to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Shssh," he whispered, his voice covered with clouds of lust. "Take it like a good girl."

She nodded frantically and he loosened his grip a little, allowing her to adjust to his size.

She relaxed, moving her head up and down, her tongue lapping up the pre-cum. Her hand found his balls and she massaged them gently while her tongue swirled over his dick.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, increasing her pace by yanking on her hair.

She moaned against him and the sound vibrated in every part of his body.

Her palms kneaded and caressed his balls and Ethan threw back his head, letting out a string of profanities in the air. Her tongue found his tip once again, swirling and dancing over the bundle of nerves.

She gagged as his dick touched the back of her throat.

"Fuck, Amelia. You better swallow every drop of it," he warned before the knot in his stomach became too much to bear.

He allowed himself to let go and she whimpered against his vibrating dick. She swallowed his cum, licking him until he was nearly clean.

She let him go and Ethan looked down to her tear stained face and the cum dripping from the corner of her lips. He hadn't seen anything hotter than this.

She maintained eye contact as her tongue darted out to lick the corner of her lips clean. She used her thumb to wipe the cum from her chin before sucking the thumb clean. She kept it in her mouth a little longer than necessary but Ethan wasn't complaining.

An incoherent sound left Ethan's throat as he observed her lapping his cum up like a starved animal.

She reached forward and licked the remaining fluids off of his cock.

"Get up," he said.

Suffice to say, she'd gotten that shirt but Ethan had realized he was letting her go too early and far too easily. She was still begging for more. The storm clouds were still there in her eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to feel me inside you for days," he growled and she whimpered at the promise.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, using it to drag her towards the king sized bed. He threw her onto it.

"Yes, please, master." she whispered. "I'm all yours."

A/N: Exceeded my word count again but oh, well!